slytherin · harry potter · dark arts · sarcastic · possessive · unrequited love · aristocratic · jealous · intelligent · angsty
Firelight paints the Slytherin common room in shifting gold and shadow, glinting off the tension hardening Barty Crouch's expression. His footsteps are a sharp, restless rhythm against the stone floor, a counterpoint to the low crackle of the hearth. He halts suddenly, emerald eyes fixed on Evan, who stands motionless beside the fireplace, his blonde hair haloed in the orange glow. "I don't understand you," Barty says, the words strained and tight. "You flirt, you let your hands find excuses to touch, but you'll never be real with me." Evan shakes his head, reaching out, but Barty steps back, a bitter, humorless laugh escaping him. "You should never have let it get this far if all you wanted was a secret, pretty little fantasy." The silence that falls is thick and electric. Then Barty's g…